Cinderella
Beaner-Bop
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Disclaimer: Still a big fat 'no'.
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Chapter Three: Dealing with It
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Draco flopped on his bed and stared at the ceiling for a few moments before reaching under his mattress and grabbing a small book out from under it. It was bound with black leather and in gold writing, the word 'Thoughts' was engraved in old English on the front cover. He began to whistle lightly under his breath as he grabbed a quill from beside the small desk that was by the bed and lightly dipped it into the ink before writing.
Father's a complete idiot. Of course that's already a known fact in this isn't it?
He whistled lightly again not really able to help it. It was a habit he got into when he was younger when everything got to quiet for his tastes which was actually quite a lot back then.
I'm supposed to be married when I'm eighteen. Who the bloody hell marries at eighteen anymore? Besides those teenagers who get each other pregnant. Gah…
How can I get out of this?
Writing always helped him. He could just write his thoughts down and then his head wouldn't have to hold them anymore. At least, that's how he likes to think of it. He tipped his quill into the ink again before writing again.
Father has probably already covered everything to make sure there's no escape… What to do? What to do?
He stopped writing for a moment, trying to get ideas to come to him, some way to get him away from his terrible 'fate'. He kept writing though no ideas came to him.
Why the hell would he want me to take over his empire anyway? Isn't he trying to become immortal or something? Good thing from all of this - if he's trying to find an 'heir' that means he won't be around forever! …I'd say 'yippee' but…
He clicked his tongue lightly, another habit that he wasn't to aware of because usually when he did it he was concentrating on something to hard to notice. He re-read what he wrote before going back to his paper.
Why does HWMNBN (he has to shorten that) want me to be his heir anyway? I mean, why not that one guy, Crouch or something? Isn't he the one true supporter or something? He tapped the feather of his quill on his forehead lightly.
Why DOES he want it to be me? There's got to be tons of people just flinging them at him, hoping to get the job. Why the hell does he want me to have it? He thought about the last thought for a moment, making him pause in his writings.
Why does he think I'll do it, anyway? Besides, I have better things to do with my time… I don't know what they ARE…but that's just a little problem.
He read the last few lines before throwing the quill onto the table and putting the book back under his bed. He rolled his eyes and flopped his head back down onto the pillows wondering what the hell was wrong with him and his stupid ideas.
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Ginny held in a groan. Someone was knocking on her door, and the knocking wasn't ceasing. She grabbed her pillow and put it over her head. The knocking continued and Ginny remained quiet.
What the hell? Why the heck won't she stop knocking? Ginny groaned and tried to sink lower into her bed. She couldn't help but roll her eyes when Linette started to talk to her through the door.
"Jenna! Get up! Why on earth aren't you out of bed already? When I was living back in France (she pronounced it 'Fronce') I'd have been up already for hours and feeding the chickens!" Ginny rolled her eyes as she got out of bed. Well good news for you Linette, we don't have any chickens.
She shut her eyes tightly before opening them again and sighing. I hate this… She thought to herself silently as she crawled out of her bed. She went over to her closet, being slow from walking to it, to picking things out.
She had a feeling in her gut that told her she really shouldn't have gotten out of bed today…
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Carminda looked at the floor, looking away from her pacing sister. She tried to drown out everything that Linette was saying.
"Gah, I bet that girl is going to make me work… Why is it that whenever we move somewhere new I have to work? I hope mother appreciates this! I wonder if I can go shopping this weekend, with all the work I'm going to have to do I know I deserve it." Caminda hid a snort as her sister kept pacing back and forth. Never once did she truly make her presence known to her sister, she didn't need to.
"Caramel, go get me my shoes and one of my make-up bags. I want to see if they have anyplace worth while going to." She nodded her head to Linette as she stood up slowly from her perch.
"Yes sister." She turned around quickly and went back to the room that Ginny had showed the two of them earlier. A second before she actually got to the door her sister spoke up.
"Well hurry up already Caramel. I haven't got all day you know." She nodded her head again and opened the door, taking a moment to search the room for one of her sister's many bags. She grabbed the silver one with black lettering on it, of course spelling out 'Linette'. She turned and grabbed three pairs of shoes, just to give her sister a bit of a selection.
When she went back out, she stood behind her sister quickly who was sitting down and playing with her hair. She took the hint and opened the silver bag, grabbing a brush from it. She closed the bag and walked over to Linette. The two of them were alone in the small kitchen.
"May I brush your hair sister?" She winced mentally as she said that. Why must she do this? Her sister nodded.
"Do as you wish, Caramel." She said in a tired voice. Carminda brought the brush up and began to gently comb her sister's hair, all the while thinking about how much she hated the name 'Caramel'.
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Ginny rubbed her eyes as she finally came downstairs. She was slightly surprised to see Carminda putting brushes and some make-up away into a silver case. She looked around, seeing that the two of them were the only ones in the house.
"Where are my dad and uh… Hayley, right?" Carminda nodded as she looked up at Ginny.
"Yes. I believe they went to town a while ago. Your father wanted you to sleep in." Ginny looked at her strangely.
"Then why did," She rolled her eyes. " Miss Linette wake me up?" She thought she saw a slight grin on Carminda's face.
"Your father wanted you to sleep in. Lintette was another matter." Ginny snorted but nodded.
"Alright, that makes sense." She was silent for a moment, thinking of what to say. "Speaking of Linette, where is she?" Carminda looked up at her with a slightly guilty look on her face.
"She um… went out." Ginny blinked.
"Okay…went out…where?" Carminda shrugged.
"Town, I guess. I don't know much about this town and neither does she. I guess that's why she wanted to go and 'explore' it." Ginny nodded, racking her brain for any places where Linette might run into trouble around here. She came up with none and knew that there weren't that many places where a teenager could hang out anyway. Most usually came over to their house, but then again that was when all of her brother's were here to help throw a party.
Positive that there wasn't anything that Linette could really do she turned her attention over to Carminda.
"So, you want me to show you around the house? There isn't much to show but…?" Carminda nodded and then quickly lifted the bag into view quickly along with two pairs of shoes.
"That sounds great." She said in her quiet voice. "Just let me go and put these back into Linette's room, okay?" The dark haired girl grabbed everything and went into Linette's room, putting the things where they belonged before coming back downstairs to where Ginny was standing, once again looking at her strangely.
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A/N: Ugh - I did not like writing this chapter…. -.-;; I want to get to the really good stuff! Lol. Later.
Beaner-Bop